Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD CONTENTS . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR . TO J. S .. " YOU ASK ME WHY , THOUGH ILL AT EASE V " OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS 99 " " " LOVE THOU THY LAND WITH LOVE FAR - BROUGHT THE GOOSE . THE ...
... DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD CONTENTS . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR . TO J. S .. " YOU ASK ME WHY , THOUGH ILL AT EASE V " OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS 99 " " " LOVE THOU THY LAND WITH LOVE FAR - BROUGHT THE GOOSE . THE ...
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... dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick olive sere and small . The river - bed was dusty white ; And all the furnace of the light Struck up ...
... dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick olive sere and small . The river - bed was dusty white ; And all the furnace of the light Struck up ...
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... dream — Still hither thither idly swayed Like those long mosses in the stream . Or from the bridge I leaned to hear The milldam rushing down with noise , And see the minnows everywhere In crystal eddies glance and poise , The tall flag ...
... dream — Still hither thither idly swayed Like those long mosses in the stream . Or from the bridge I leaned to hear The milldam rushing down with noise , And see the minnows everywhere In crystal eddies glance and poise , The tall flag ...
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... dream of Father - land , Of child , and wife , and slave ; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea , weary the oar , Weary the wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; And all at once they sang ...
... dream of Father - land , Of child , and wife , and slave ; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea , weary the oar , Weary the wandering fields of barren foam . Then some one said , " We will return no more ; And all at once they sang ...
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... dream . Full - faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke , the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem . II . A land of streams ! some , like a downward smoke , Slow - dropping veils of ...
... dream . Full - faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke , the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem . II . A land of streams ! some , like a downward smoke , Slow - dropping veils of ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blazoned blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair faith fall flower folds gloom golden prime grave green grief hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart hearts of flame Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn murmur never night o'er Oriana Queen red West Ring rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop shore SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought unto voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind words
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Страница 364 - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
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Страница 474 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Страница 77 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Страница 73 - To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls And the red cloaks of market-girls Pass onward from Shalott.
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Страница 193 - em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go.
Страница 71 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...